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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 328

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Carlotta said nothing, just ruffled Quincy’s hair with a gentle affection before walking over to Citrine.

She looked at Citrine, gratitude shining in her eyes. “Citrine, I’ve been such a bother these past few days. Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble. Your little brother has been a delight,” Citrine replied with a warm smile.

Hearing this, Quincy’s ears flushed a soft pink.

Carlotta chatted with Citrine for a few more moments. As she was about to leave, Citrine called out to her.

“Wait, take this with you.”

Citrine handed her a crisp letter.

“What’s this?” Carlotta asked, puzzled.

“It’s a letter of introduction for Crestwood Medical Research Center,” Citrine replied calmly. “Bring Quincy and show them this when you check in. That way, you won’t have to go back and forth anymore.”

The Crestwood Medical Research Center was renowned for gathering the world’s top medical experts—any one of them could be considered a legend in their field. It rivaled the prestigious Viridis Medical Institute back in Havencrest, but Crestwood’s center was shrouded in mystery; without a letter of introduction, no one could get through the doors.

Carlotta stared at the letter, stunned. “How did you get a letter for Crestwood Medical Research Center?”

Citrine just smiled, her answer elusive. “You’ll understand one day. For now, just take Quincy and get him checked in.”

Carlotta had long since grown used to Citrine’s resourcefulness and influence. She trusted her completely.

Once again, Citrine had come through for her—Carlotta had lost count of how many times that had happened.

“Citrine, thank you. Truly. For everything you’ve done for me.” Carlotta accepted the letter, her eyes growing misty as she looked down at the page.

Citrine shook her head, half exasperated, half fond. “Why are you thanking me again? Haven’t I told you—we’re not just colleagues, we’re friends.”

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